Another year at Hogwarts with Harry and I seemed as happy as a kid on their birthday. My happiness meant everything to me. Happiness is what keeps your day going…it's what actually keeps you going, because you have nothing bad in your life at the moment. And the minute you think or experience something you think of that special someone or something that make you happy and they just lift you back into the clouds where you first were before you fell into a mess; that's how I felt with Harry. If anything brought me down I thought about him and the memories we've shared and he puts me back into the clouds, away from all the dangers. Until one day tragedy struck horribly.
A fourth year walked into my transfiguration class and handed a note to my professor, whom handed it to me; it said that I was to report to Dumbledore's office. I gathered my belongings and was excused from class. When I walked into Dumbledore's office I noticed all my brother's were sent here as well, with quite a confused look I looked at them and immediately said,
"Oh God what did you guys do this time to pull me in such trouble?"
Dumbledore sitting at his desk immediately corrected me,
"It's not what they have done, it is what has happened to your parents."
You know those moments where you know it's something bad and you can feel it in your heart and you don't want to believe it….that's what I felt. I exploded into tears, which cascaded down my cheeks and onto my robes, Ron came over and hugged me.
"See, I have something I must share with you all, and yet I wish it was good news…I cannot hide the fact that it is very depressing."
There was a pause and all you could hear is each one of my brothers trying to calm me down and relax.
"I'm sorry to you all, but your parents have died."
I yelled and cried more. Why! Why and how? I don't get it, so sudden. My brothers huddled around me crying themselves. Holding each other's hands, hugging, comforting me and not only me, but each other as a family.
"I'm sorry. They died in a very harsh way. You see Lord Voldemort killed them."
There was nothing else I could do but cry my bloody eyes out, as my brothers comforted each other.